In Good Hands

by StoryWeaverKP


Chapter Five - The Audience

Chapter Five : The Audience

“Whoa”, you say. “I’m confused. What do you mean some pony was yelling at Rarity?”

Magma like scorn festers in your words, and your skin starts to itch. After you had left the Everfree Forest, you went to your house. When you got there, you found it empty, which then led you to coming here, to Carousel Boutique.

Rarity wasn’t there, but Sweetie Belle, Rarity’s younger sister was. When you first arrived, you found her sweeping up a potted plant that had been broken on the floor. At the moment, you two were standing in the lobby area of the boutique.

Sweetie Belle sighed. “It wasn’t anypony. It was Hoity Toity, the super famous fashion designer from Canterlot.”

You narrow your eyes. “I’m about to stomp his hoity toity balls into super famous designer jam. Why the hell was he yelling at Rarity?”

Sweetie Belle cringes a little under your rough stare. Its a little concerning, and then you remember one important fact: you are bigger, taller, and more muscular than she is.

“Sorry, Sweetie,” You say. “I’m not trying to take it out on you. I just… hate thinking about someone… or rather some pony mistreating your sister.”

“I know…” Sweetie replies. “I think he was yelling at her because of …” the air becomes dominated with invisible electricity, and the sparks zap at your nerve endings. “You.”

“Me?” You ask. “I’ve never even met this Hoity Toity. Why would this pretentious bastard be yelling at Rarity because of me?”

Sweetie Belle moves over to one of the many couches positioned along the walls. Often times, Rarity had her clients sit and wait while she finished up on improving the garments that they brought her to work on. Rather than sit down as well, you remain standing. Your blood is boiling like hot soup, and there is no way you could settle down in a relaxing state.

“I didn’t catch all of it. I was napping when they started fighting.” Sweetie Belle averts her eyes from you. “I heard the words ‘abomination’, and ‘unnatural’ being thrown around alot.”

The anger that you felt before transforms into a cooler, and almost chilly sense of nakedness. “What happened to Rarity? Where did she go?”

Sweetie Belle replies, “My best guess? The castle.”

“Thanks,” you reply. “I’ll head there now.”  You spin around and run out through the still opened door. With every footstep, your heart slams against the interior of your chest cavity, demanding to be set free.

The crystal castle comes into view, but it can be seen from anywhere in Ponyville. It still takes you a good fifteen minutes of running, jogging, cursing/walking, and jogging again before you’re able to step up to the castle’s front doors.

As soon as you step into the castle, you hear the tell-tale wailings of a pony in distress. As much as you care for Rarity, her dramatic, overboard, tantrums are often emotionally taxing. This particular instance is different though.

You follow the sounds of Rarity’s dismay, and you eventually enter a large room with an enormous crystal table in the center. Seven ponies and one dragon are clustered together, although six of the ponies are doing their best to console the one leaking tears like a waterfall.

Spike is the first to notice you, and he gasps. That causes Fluttershy and Pinkie to also look up, followed by the others. Rarity is the last to meet your eyes. Everypony's eyes widen, and an unspoken shame swirls around the room like windy vortexes.

Concern, remorse, pity…. Why are they looking at you like that?

You move over to where Rarity is sitting, and the other ponies shift out of the way to let you kneel beside your mare friend.

“So what happened?” You ask.

Rarity averts her eyes. “Oh, Anon… it’s terrible. My life is over.”

“Because of Hoity Toity?” You ask.

She doesn’t look up at you, but she nods as tears plummet to the marble floors below her face.

“What did I do to him to make him so mad?” You ask. “And what does this have to do with you?”

Rarity’s chest quivers a little. “Oh Anon… it’s not you per say. It's what I did…. I’m the one he’s mad at.”

You frown harder. “But why?”

She finally turns to you. Her eyes are bloodshot. “Because he knows we have had sex! He says that I am a sick freak, and I have no business making strides in fashion.” Her chest quivered harder and she whimpered. “He… he … he said I was an -”

You wince. “An abomination?”

Rarity collapses into your chest and she bawls harder. Floodwaters flow down your shirt, but you don’t care. As you wrap your hands around her little white body, you glance at all of the other ponies. Five of the other ponies are wrought with vicarious sadness, but one isn’t.

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, studies you with mysterious, cold eyes. Oh sure… to the unsuspecting individual, they might assume she also felt great empathy for her friend, and for you for that matter.

But you are not unsuspecting.

Rarity wipes her face on your shirt. “He s-said he is going to ruin me by telling all of his important socialite friends that I like to …. Fornicate with beasts.” She glances up at you. “I know you’re not a beast, Anon…. But this is going to ruin me. I’m over…. I’M A FAILURE!!!”

Once more, she sniffles against your nasty, wet, snot covered shirt.

You glance at all of the other ponies in turn. “Is there anything that can be done? Can we make him not tell ponies about us?”

Twilight shook her head. “Not any way that’s legal or good. Don’t forget, Anon, we’re the heroines of Equestria. Every pony looks up to us and expects us to d-”

Your mind explodes with energy, and before you can control yourself, you blurt out, “That's it! Forget! Maybe you can make him forget that Rarity and I are dating.”

Your statement might as well have been a sudden clap of thunder, for complete silence followed in its wake. Six ponies and one dragon stare at you curiously, for what you suggested probably seems so strange to them.

One pony, on the other hand, peers at you with absolute horror. Twilight’s eyes flicker with constant vibration, and her mouth is agape. She recovers in time to conceal her surprise as Rarity and the others regard her.

Twilight’s eyes lock with yours, and they are not warm, nor are they welcoming.

Rarity asks, “I-is that possible? Can we really make him forget?”

Twilight Sparkle opens her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. You figure, ‘what the hell…. I’m slightly fucked anyway. Might as well go full balls to the wall, right?’

“It’s probably not that simple, is it Twilight?” You ask with a neutral tone.

You’re trembling inside, and yet, you’re nearly overcome with a sudden and alarming sense of bravado.

Twilight’s mouth forms a small line on her face.

You continue, “If Hoity Toity knows, that means that countless other ponies probably know too. Making him forget will be pointless if someone else remembers, right?”

Twilight’s jaw tightens for a moment. She says with clear and crisp diction, “That is correct, Anon.” There is slight, irritated emphasis on your name.

Starlight’s ears lean back a little, and several of the other girls react to the unexpected tension in Twilight’s voice.

“If this is going to work, we’re going to need a spell that will make more ponies forget,” You say. “Perhaps every pony. That’s the only way to be sure.”

Rarity sniffles a little. “Wait.... when you say everypony, do you…” her eyes widen. “No! Absolutely not! I won’t do it! I’d rather give up my destiny than give up you. I love you, Anon.”

Damn it! Why did she have to say it? For the entirety of your relationship, that concept had been an unspoken one between the two of you.

You wince. “Rarity, you love designing. It's what you live for.” You gesture to yourself. “I’m not even supposed to be here. I’m a mistake.”

Once more, six of the ponies in the room peer at you with confusion, and the last stares with disbelief and anxious terror. This time, Starlight catches a glimpse of Twilight.

“What a terrible thing to say!” Apple jack says. “You’re not a mistake, Anon.”

You reach down and run your fingers through Rarity’s mane. “Let me ask you; if you knew I had to either give up the thing I loved the most, or have you in my life, and you got to make the choice on which I kept, what would you choose?”

“But I love you the most!” Rarity said.

“What would you choose?” You ask.

Rarity shakes her head. “It’s not the same!!!!”

“But it is,” you reply.

“But why do I have to forget?” Rarity asks.

“Because if you don’t, this will happen again.” You kiss the tip of her horn. “What would you do?”


She doesn’t answer you, but the anguish in her eyes says enough.

“I love you too,” You reply. “Can you expect me to do anything less? I know you better than most, and I know that you love being a fashion designer. It’s what you have always loved. I know you love me, but I’m a new addition to your life. Your devotion to your fashion is something at your very core.”

You pause for a moment. “This is all moot until Twilight confirms whether or not this can even be done.” You lock gazes with the purple alicorn.

It's strange, but you have never seen hatred in Twilight Sparkle’s eyes before now.  Its haunting.

Rarity doesn’t regard Twilight, but instead, she rests her head on your chest. Soft whimpers escapes her.

“Is it possible?” Fluttershy asks.

Twilight and you have a long staring contest, and the air crackles with awkwardness.

“Yes...., this is possible,” Twilight says. “However,in order to do the spell, I’m going to need to find the right spell book.”She lets out a slight snort from her nostrils. “Anon…. Would you mind helping me find it?”

“Him?” Spike asks. “B-but I’m your number 1 assistant. No one knows this library like I do!”

Twilight doesn’t turn her attention away from you. “I know that, Spike. But I need you to go get some donuts from town. I’m hungry. Can you please get them for me?”

She finally turns her attention away from you and moves toward a doorway. You start to rise, but Rarity presses against you, hard.

“No… please, just give me another minute,” Rarity says.

Twilight calls out. “You’re not going to forget him completely.”

Rarity leans up so she is standing on her two hind legs. “I’m going to forget everything that matters.” She gazes into your eyes. “Even if I don’t remember you, know that I will always love you.”

Her lips press against yours. There isn’t tongue, but what you get is so much more splendid. It is the dying passion of what would have become an undying love. Seconds pass, and you beg for the heavens to stretch those seconds into forever.

Your prayers are not answered.

Rarity pulls away, and she trots out of the room. The other six ponies and Spike  follow her, although Starlight gives you one last critical look before she also disappears. You are frozen as you watch them go.

Twilight’s voice rocks you from your stasis.

Her voice is dark and sharp. “Let’s go.”

You follow Twilight, and she leads you to a back stairwell that you didn’t even know existed. She doesn’t say anything, and you got the impression that you probably shouldn’t try and speak either. You two kept climbing the stairwell until you found yourself in one of the top towers.

If you didn’t know any better, you might have been a little more concerned that Twilight was... going... to…. snuff….

Oh God….

You are led to a circular chamber with a desk in the center. A pair of chairs are on either side of the desk.

There are no books in the room.

“Sit.” Twilight’s voice is a bark.

You do as you are commanded, and Twilight sits on the other side of the desk.

Her eyes take on a demonic glimmer, and she places her hooves in front of her.

“Who told you?” she asks, eerily calmly.

“What are you talking about?” You ask. Sweat starts to bead on your forehead.

Twilight’s eyes narrow. “You just so happened to suggest a forgetting spell out of the blue? Just like that? Am I supposed to believe I led you to that line of thinking through our dialogue?”

“But you did,” You say.

“Bullshit!” Her voice raises an octave. “A creature like you suggesting something like that is way beyond suspicious!” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait…. Big Mac is sick, isn't he?”

A lump forms in your throat.

Twilight’s eyes sparkle. “He is! I remember Apple Jack talking about it, and about how you helped them prepare for the Festival.” She pauses. “The Pony Tones are supposed to perform aren’t they?” Her last question is ladened with grit.

You clear your throat.

“Which means you must have had to go into the Everfree Forest,” Twilight said. The muscles in her jaw tightened, and a vein pulsated out of her forehead. “What did Zacora tell you?”

You clamp your mouth shut.

“TELL ME!” Twilight slams both of her hooves onto the desk, and creates several large cracks in the wood. “DAMN IT, I WILL END YOU AND HER IF I HAVE TO!!!! THEY WON’T COME BACK!!”

You cringe in your seat. “Th-they?”

Twilight’s horn glows brightly. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll just make sure Zacora never tells anypony anything else again…”

She moves closer to the tower window, the one facing the Everfree Forest. A bright ball of energy forms at the tip of her horn.

“No! I’ll tell you everything!!! Just please don’t!!!” You say.

Twilight stops, and then glares at you. “Then spill it.”

You swallow hard. “We met in the woods, and she thought I was someone else.”

Twilight’s horn stops glowing, and her eyes become dominated by fear. “Who? Who did she think you were?” She gets close to you now, so close that her muzzle is nearly touching your nose.

You reply, “Um…. at first, she thought I was Amy, then Brad, and then Stan.”

Twilight sits down in front of you on the floor. “Br-Brad? Amy? St-Stan? Oh Celestia? How does she know about them? If she knows about them, then she must know about…” she gulps and looks around the room. “Have you heard any disembodied voices yet?”

“Voices?” You ask as you start to look around the room again. “No, am I supposed to?”

Twilight hangs her head and her voice sounds drained. “Yes, yes you will. They all do, eventually. And once they do, it’s too late.”

The urge to vomit clutches you, and you hurl right on Twilight Sparkle’s head. Chunks of your lunch dribble in her mane. For a moment, she glares up at you. Her horn glows, and the vomit is gone.

“Sorry,” You wipe your mouth.

Twilight returns to her spot behind the desk. “Don’t worry about it.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “If Zacora knows that much, she will have to be dealt with.”

You stand up tall, towering over Twilight and the desk. “You can’t kill her. You’re the Princess of Friendship, for Celestia’s sake.”

Twilight glances up at you and lets out a discordant chuckle. “Celestia’s sake? That’s rich. She’s the one who taught me to deal with… your kind. Don’t worry, I won’t kill Zacora… but I’ll make sure she forgets the time. She’ll never tell anypony about your kind again.”  Twilight gestures for your seat. “Sit, there is no reason we can’t talk about this like civilized creatures. I like you, Anon. I really do, and you have to know that none of this is personal.”

You sit down, but you openly glare at her.

She glares back.

“Are you sure you don’t hate me?” Anon asks.

“No, I don’t hate you,” Twilight replies. “However, had Starlight not been there when you appeared, I would have killed you on the spot. I’ve seen Equestria devastated by human maleficence over a thousand times.”

Your eyes widen. “You can’t be serious.”

Twilight sits back in her chair. “I am.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “I don’t even know where I should begin with you.”

“Well,” you say. “Let me ask you some questions.”

Twilight’s voice was flat. “Sure.”

“So there have been humans in Equestria before?” You ask.

She glares at you. “No, I’m just super pissed off at you because I’m in heat and I want to murder fuck you into paste! What a stupid question!”

A barely audible voice whispers in your ear. “Wow, she is being a real bitch.”

“I know, right?” You say in response, before you even realize what just happened.

“Well at least you know it's a stupid question!” Twilight said. “Do you have another one for me?”

You sit there for a moment, and your eyes dance around the room.

“Hey! I’m right here!” Twilight says. “If you want to know so bad, then ask! You won’t get another chance!”

“W-who are they?” You ask. “Zacora mentioned “they”, and so did you.”

Twilight winces, and she remains quiet for a long time. You can tell by the way her eyes shift in and out of focus that her mind is buzzing with thoughts.

“Let me start off by telling you something Princess Celestia told me,” Twilight says. Once more, she glances about the room.

Your skin crawls a little.

“Once upon a time,” Twilight says, “Back when Princess Celestia and Princess Luna ruled the land together, a magical vortex opened. Creatures emerged from the vortex, and they were from another world.” She peeks at you. “They started out being nice, but that quickly changed.”

You swallow hard. “What happened?”

Twilight lets out a hollow laugh. “From the way Princess Celestia remembers it, she had to do something unspeakable to save our people from yours. That was the first time she had to use  the ‘Cosmic Rewrite’ spell. She discovered it in an act of desperation.”

“What kind of act?” You ask.

Twilight replies, “The humans had taken over the world, killed or enslaved all of the other ponies, and ruined everything. Princess Celestia was about to be executed by their leader, a vicious man named Patrick.”

The sound of a distant laugh echoes in the back of your mind. Your spine shivers, but you say nothing.

“Well, Princess Celestia used a small sliver of her soul as the cost for rewriting history,” Twilight said. “And she turned back time to when the humans first arrived. Only two individuals knew what happened before she casted the spell…. Herself and Patrick. Well, Princess Celestia was not about to let her people be tormented again”

“Wait… you said she used a sliver of her soul?” You ask.

Twilight just nods.

You ask, “What did she do?”

A glossy sheen covers Twilight’s eyes. “She murdered them all right then in there.”

The air grows hot and sticky… and unseen fingers made from pure anger tickle your mind.

Twilight says, “As Patrick died, he placed a curse on Equestria. He swore that humans would continue to come to our world, and when they did, he and his army would return to finish what they started.” She sniffles a little. “I know you’re a good human, but all of the terrible human villains were good at one point. No offense, but you all are monsters.”

The mysterious voice whispers to you. “We’re not the monsters. They are. What she doesn’t know is that we didn’t come to this world as conquers. We came as refugees. When we came, Celestia welcomed us… and then she enslaved us.”

Your eyes widen, but you remain quiet.

Twilight shifts in her seat, and then she continues. “Princess Celestia mentioned that humans started appearing again several decades after she banished Luna, so she alone had to bear the terrible price for rewriting Equestiran history over and over.” Her licks her lips a little to moisten them. “You know what’s funny?”

The both of you sit there, gawking at one another. Seconds melt away, and then you realize she is waiting for you.

“Um… what’s funny?” you ask.

“There have been more human encounters and historical resets after I joined my friends in Ponyville than ever before in the entirety of Equestrian History,” Twilight said. “The Princesses have no idea why.”

“M-maybe you’re special?” You reply.

Twilight Sparkle gives you a flat, borderline annoyed glare. “Oh yes…. I’m so special.” she sighs. “I wish your kind would stop coming to Equestria, especially when I’m alive. And now that I’m a princess….” Her voice becomes a little choked up while her eyes take on a wet appearance. “I’m going to have to deal with you forever. I’ll never be allowed to die or have a reprieve.”

You lean forward. “What are you talking about? What do you mean ‘you’ll never be allowed to die?’”

Twilight locks gazes with you. “Princess Celestia can’t do the ‘Cosmic Rewrite’ spell anymore. When I was born, Celestia had about ¾ of her soul left….”

A deeply, sickening film of acidic filth coats the insides of your throat. Your voice comes out as a harsh rasp. “H-how much of your soul do you have left?”

Twilight lets out a hollow chuckle. “I have a little more than half of it left. Once I reach about ¼ of it, I’ll have to raise another pony to Alicorn status. That’s the only way….” another bitter laugh escapes her. “Good thing we have Flurry Heart as back up. I’d love to avoid passing this burden on to her if I can.”

“Wait! What about Princess Cadence?” You ask.

Twilight doesn’t hesitate. “Both she and Luna got burned out long ago. I’m the only one left who can still do it.”

A great pain grips your heart. “Is that why Starlight Glimmer is your ...student?”

Twilight averts her eyes. “If you tell anypony of this, I will kill you slowly, and make them all forget you ever existed. For now, I’ll erase ponies’ minds about you and Rarity. Don’t make me take it farther.”

You swallow hard. “Will it cost you a sliver of your soul?”

A small, genuine smile appears on her face. “Not for this, no.” She looks at you again. “You haven’t heard any voices, have you?”

The mysterious voice whispers in your mind. “Tell her no. If you do, I’ll show you my life so you can know for yourself.You can know the truth, and then...” the voice laughs. “You can join us.”

“Anon!?” Twilight urges. “Have you heard any voices? Please tell me! This is important!”

Your heart feels as if it is being torn in two. What should you do? What should you say? On one hand, these ponies had become your friends and loved ones. They cared for you, gave you a home, and allowed you to live. Then again, if what Twilight said was true, would you ever be accepted? Would you ever be allowed to fall in love again without totally destroying another pony’s life? And what about this voice speaking to you? You can’t see it, but the feeling in the air is so hot and wretched. This voice is angry, and its spiritual touch burns the tips of your soul with every second it interacts with you.

You close your eyes. “Yes! He is speaking to me now…”

The voice curses at you. “Idiot!!! They will never accept you. You FOOL!!!”

Twilight screams, “He?! Stay with me, Anon! Resist what he is saying. Patrick is a liar!!!”

A pair of ethereal hands grip your mind as if trying to choke you. “I won’t let this opportunity pass me by! I will have my vengence. Equestria will be saturated in their blood!” The hands squeezed. “LET ME IN!!!!”

You collapse on the floor. Savage pain rocks your mind, and invisible needs stab into you from otherworldly places.

“Anon!!!!” Twilight leaps over the desk and lands beside you. “LEAVE HIM ALONE, PATRICK! I WON’T LET YOU RETURN!!!”

The voice laughs hard. “Stupid princess! She can’t stop me forever. Even if you die, I’ll just possess the next one who gets swept away here. This hurts now, Anon, but once you let me in, I’ll give you all the pleasure you want.”

You scream out, and your eyes roll back in your head. Your arms thrash, but no amount of mental force is making a dent in this villain’s relentless attack.

Patrick whispers, “I will give you Rarity back. Hell, If you like pony twat, I’ll give you 100 Rarity’s. Just let go and let me in. You have great potential in you. You have the magic I need to kill Twilight and take the land back. Let go, and I’ll fill the land with humans. I’ll even turn Rarity human, so you can live happily ever after.  LET ME IN! LET ME IN AND IT'S ALL YOURS!!!”

In a loud voice, you bellow “NOOOOOOOOO!”

“Then I’ll take it from you,” Patrick says. “You can’t stop me.”

You clench all your muscles as you try and resist the immense force trying to meld with you. Despite your best efforts, you know you are losing. Every cell in your body starts to warp, and you feel super dizzy.

“Forgive me for what I am about to do,” Twilight says. “It’s for the good of Equestria. I’m sorry!”

You look up at Twilight and her horn glows so bright. A sudden flash engulfs you, and then…. Everything is bright white.

Patrick screams!


***

You hear the voices before you see them.

“Are you certain that he’s going to be alright?” Rarity asks. “He’s not moving, and it’s been hours.”

Somepony chuckles, and then Twilight says, “Trust me. He’s going to be okay. This won’t ever happen again.”

“Are you sure?” Rarity says. “My poor Anon.”

The white haze that has engulfed you fades, and you’re laying in your own bedroom. Twilight and Rarity are in the room. As soon as your eyes open, Rarity dives on you. Her lips meet your own, and the kiss is only brief.

“Thank Celestia you’re alright,” Rarity says.

You try to push yourself up, but something is wrong. Your body isn’t working the way its supposed to, and so you look down at yourself.

Your eyes widen, and your breathing starts to get faster.

“Calm down, darling,” Rarity says. “Its going to be okay.”

“W-what happened to me?” You ask.

Your hands are gone, and in their place, you have a pair of hooves. Actually, by technical standards, you now have four hooves. Your body is covered in hair.
There is a nearby mirror, and so you gaze deep into it. The reflection reveals the truth. In your mind, you always had an idea of what you might look like as a pony, and sure enough… you look exactly as you thought you might. [insert the image of your pony OC here. For all future stories about this version of Anon, you will look like how your OC is…. Be it earth pony, pegasus, or unicorn]

“It is the worst case of Poison Joke I’ve ever seen,” Rarity said.

You look back at her. “W-what?”

Twilight lets out an awkward chuckle. “Yep, and I messed it up with a mis calculation. I tried to cure it with my magic, and I’m afraid it’s permanent.”

You can’t help but laugh a little, and your eyes water. “Permanant?” and then a sudden flash of memory strikes you. “What about Hoity Toity?”

Rarity kisses you on the lips again. A flood of energy pours in you.

Rarity says, “ Twilight already made everypony else forget.”

“But not you?” Tears streak down your face.

Rarity nuzzles against your … your muzzle.

“Not me, darling,” Rarity replies. "Never me."

Twilight clears her throat. “Can you give Anon and I a moment? I want to make sure he is 100% healthy.”

Rarity nods, and then gives you a smile. “I’m going to go get you some food. You must be starving.”

Your stomach rumbles on command.

When Rarity leaves, Twilight closes the distance. She peers at you with a serious stare, and yet there is still warmth in her irises.

“Are you feeling okay?” Twilight asks.

You nod. “What happened? I don’t remember much…. Only pain.”

Twilight replies, “It doesn’t matter. The only thing you need to worry about is getting accustomed to your new life.” She gazes toward the door. “I’m sure with Rarity, you’re going to be fine.”
“I thought you were going to kill me,” You say.

“I was going to kill you.” She frowns. “I thought you were too far gone…. But then I remembered a promise I made to a girl just like you once.”

“What was her name?” You ask.

Twilight Sparkle looks back at you. “Her name was Lauren. She was my best friend when she was here. Patrick almost got her too. To save her life, I did the best thing I could.”

You ask, “Which was?”

“I sent her home.” Twilight said.

You two are quiet for nearly a minute. “What was the promise?”

Twilight merely smiles at you.

“Have you ever turned humans into ponies before?” you ask.

“Me? No.” Twilight’s smile gets bigger. “Do you know Mr. and Mrs. Cake?”

“Well, of course I do.” Your heart starts to flutter.

Twilight confirms your innermost thoughts. “Once upon a time, they were named Brad and Amy.” She moved to the door. “Don’t say anything to anypony about this… ever.”

“What about Zacora?” you ask.

Twilight’s face grows dark. “Who’s Zacora?”

Your stomach gurgles wildly, and it's not from hunger.

And then the pony princess bursts out laughing. “I’m just kidding. I will have to have a talk with her though.”

You stare at her weepy eyed, and then she beams at you.

“I will talk to her and tell her to never tell anypony about ‘you know what’ again,” Twilight says. “Okay?”

You nod.

She leaves, and Rarity comes in a few minutes later, with a plate of food floating in the midst of her magical aura.

“So Anon, will you be date for the festival?” Rarity bats her eyes at you.

You grin. “I’d love to. Can you teach me how to walk first?”

The End